Cabin fever (o)
Feb 11, 2015 17:19:05 GMT -5
Post by East on Feb 11, 2015 17:19:05 GMT -5
Dominic had a day or two to savour his freedom, his family, before his state had taken a turn for the worse. He paid for its efforts tenfold when his fever returned with a vengeance and he was escorted from the Casino during the night to be put into the Collie's care. When he'd been released from his captives, it was in a state of extreme deterioration. The rusty dog had been limited to the confines of a cave for months, living amidst his own filth where he'd endured torture; even when he'd had nothing left to give, there was no reprieve. Though he'd been thirsty, the distant trickle of water elicited fear. Several infections had sprung from his unsanitary conditions and if it weren't for Thackery's medical attention, death would have stolen him after all.
He'd slept almost constantly over the past week and when he woke, it was painfully in a state of delirium and he couldn't remember any exchanges during, such as visitors. Reality was a blur while the fever left him vulnerable to wicked nightmares. The young male vaguely recalled one fit of hysteria when he'd convinced himself he was back at the cave after a particularly vivid dream.
But today, he was feeling better. Only marginally, but indisputably better. Dominic had been deprived regular meals for so long but now refused their offer despite his gauntness, unable to hold them down. Now he felt an inkling of the raw hunger that clawed his insides prior to his return and blinked his eyes open tiredly. The empty room remained blurry, unable to adjust at first, but he managed to raise his head with the trembling curve of his neck. It felt impossibly heavy, but he held it there.
"Doc, hey Doc?" He croaked out, with no idea if the black and white male was near to respond. "Fuuuck," he hissed to himself as he shifted, finding no position comfortable with the ache of his muscles. Dominic still shivered with fever, but he was burning considerably less. "Don' play this game wi'me no more, Doc!" He called out, his slur was thick with amusement. "I know yer holdin', so i's time ta break out th'good shit. I won' tell my pa, won' tell no one. Just..." His head sank back to the floor. "Take me away." He sighed longingly, not quite lucidly. "Up, up, up." Dominic had been adamant, between sleep, to convince the dog of dosing him up with something good. Not that he had any experience in narcotics, but Thackery was a doctor. He would know, right?
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